C445 Dragon Transformation Disease
"I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
The middle-aged man's pupils had elongated, his nostrils puffing out steam as he bellowed with intense emotion.
The others took notice of the commotion. Those who were still lucid crowded around the edge of the cell, all eyes fixed on the small figure formed from Nether Fog.
Someone had to say it.
At that moment, Nameless felt like a mouse encircled by cats